Sweet little nothings being spoken through sounds and
notes of music as I quietly listen to it, spontaneous
thoughts being filed through my mind so delicately and
softly, like blossoms blooming in silence before me in
nature.
What a sweetened sight as it touches intellect,
breaking open it's sincerity and dispersing it quietly
over people who are dancing in a definite syncopation
and pattern across the dance floor.
Watching with a clarity as steps are taken together
and kept in times of each and every measure being
played today, pleasure pouring from within, notes taking
it, spreading it about my being in a relaxed mood of sen-
timent and spirituality.
Looking throughout the visions of total enlightenment
from within, an interior universe that I always travel
through, never missing a chance to rehearse each tone
in poetry while listening.
Finding beauty scattered everywhere, picking it like a
flower from it's long stem, placing it in a vase of
purity and water, hoping that it will last forever in
memories of this moment as I place it silently on a
photographic screen inside.
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